Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soul nourishing romantic women’s fiction with light paranormal elements. My stories show you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where you are unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with this support, you make choices to overcome the darkest nights of your life to choose love and light.
As you can see by now, this month’s theme/topic is Phobias: ours or our
characters. My characters have their issues but not phobias. So if I’m going to
stay on topic, I need to look inward.
In elementary school, a group of boys chased me with a garter snake
threatening to put it down my blouse if they caught me. Now at that time I wasn’t
exactly terrified of snakes but they did startle me and the idea of a snake
down my neck was what was terrifying. As well as being caught and held down by
the group of boys.
I ran and sought refuge in the nearest building---a crematorium. The
caretaker found me on the lowest floor huddled in a corner. A kind older man,
he coaxed me out of my hiding place and made sure I got safely home although I have
no memory of how that happened.
I digress: In the 1950’s when boys did things like chasing you, grabbing at your
breasts, flipping up your skirt (yes, we had dress codes so no pants except on
special days), etc., the standard adult phrase was “Boys will be boys.” “Just
ignore them.” Or the worst was “What did you do?” as if we girls wanted this harassment.
From that time on until I was in my 30’s the sight of a snake was
terrifying and I’d shriek, throw the book/magazine away from me and often burst
into tears. Needless to say over twenty years had not dimmed the terror.
Rather than go into more detail about major traumatic events involving
snakes, I want to share with you what fixed
me.
NLP and Me: Again, the details are hazy as to time and exact place, a normal aspect
of traumatic events. I know I was in my 30’s, probably mid-thirties and was
looking at various therapeutic models. I knew some people who were studying
NLP, neuro-linguistic programming. I’d read some books and was intrigued with
the concept that we are wired in certain ways and if we understand that wiring,
we can understand other people (and ourselves) better.
I was invited to a demonstration of how NLP worked. After discussing the
theory and showing overheads or maybe it was a video, the presenter asked for
volunteers.
I raised my hand.
And, mine was the only hand raised.
I was led through a kind of remote viewing process of that fateful day in
elementary school.
Since that day, although I’m not going to the reptile house at zoos,
petting snakes, etc. I have a detached curiousness about them.
The Universe Has A Sense of Humor Add to that when I went through a ceremony to identify my totem animal, snake was one of them.
Although none of my characters have phobias, they all do have power animals although no one has snake or snowy owl (my second totem animal). You can learn more about power animals, totems and the earth-based spirituality in my books.
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2 comments:
Your fear of snakes brings back a funny memory. When I was teaching in a junior high, the kids loved to go to the science room after school and take the boa constrictor out of his cage and carry him around trying to scare people with it. Well, I wasn't afraid of snakes, so I reached out and petted the thing. Not the reaction the kids were wanting. I still chuckle as I remember the looks on their faces.
Barb, I might even be able to do that now. Back in the day, I would have been hysterical...just what they were hoping for or maybe not. It's one thing to have someone squeak, eek and it's another thing to have a person shrinking in a corner sobbing.
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